Chapter 33 The undercurrent of the north, the warriors of the orcs!
North of Hengduan Mountain, the far north.
This is where the orcs gather. There is only barren land, and the food cultivated cannot feed all the orcs. Therefore, the orcs who have no choice but to let the old orcs walk out of the tribe alone, freeze to death in the cold wind when winter comes. In the snow, it can only slightly alleviate the shortage of food. Facing an increasing population, the orcs are forced to take up arms, walk out of the Hengduan Mountains, and use their blood to rob the abundant human food in the south. Every year A large number of adult orcs will die, using their own lives in exchange for food for their wives and children for the winter!
A few years ago, an orc named Thor Draka unified the orc tribes in the far north. He was determined to lead the orcs out of the Hengduan Mountains and regain the southern plains that once belonged to them! Last year, one hundred thousand pioneers The army went deep into the south of the Hengduan River, but was eventually defeated by the human army. But the effect of this operation was remarkable! They robbed a large amount of food, giving hope to the orcs who had been struggling between life and death. The hope of a better life.
Therefore, every orc is waiting for the arrival of winter to deal a fatal blow to the humans in the south! Why in winter? The reason is very simple. Only in the cold winter will the upper reaches of the frozen Hengduan River not be blocked. The progress of the orcs.
The individual combat effectiveness of the orcs was offset by the sophisticated equipment of the human army. The helpless orcs could only look for the dwarves who had been missing for hundreds of years. These short men who were good at forging iron tools had disappeared in the stretching Hengduan Mountains for nearly three hundred years. .
In the Hengduan Mountains.
A detachment of orcs is marching.
They were one of the many orcs sent out to search for the dwarves. They had been in the rolling mountains for half a year, searching in vain and with little hope. They climbed over the mountains one after another and explored the caves one after another. .
Grom Yuhou, as the captain of this small team, was holding a simple map and looking at it. After half a year, his confidence in the slim chance of reporting was getting smaller and smaller. He decided to look for a few more days before setting off back. He sighed, carefully folded the map and put it away, and picked up the giant ax at his feet. This was the weapon his father gave him before he died. A huge two-handed axe, excellent. The workmanship is obviously from the hands of southern humans, and the several notches on the ax blade show the bravery of the previous owner of the ax. Gently stroking the surface of the ax, Grom tightened his grip on the ax handle, stood up and looked around The warrior signaled to continue moving forward.
Two days later, they came to a canyon area. Grom decided to set off back tomorrow, as today was the last day.
Looking at the deep canyon in front of him, Grom frowned his thick eyebrows. He suddenly had a feeling that the place below was probably the legendary place where the dwarves lived! This feeling was so strong that he wanted to jump directly. Okay. After reason defeated his impulse, he and the others dispersed to look for a way down. After some searching, they found a narrow plank road, which was only one meter wide and was made of wooden boards inserted into the cliff and slowly arranged downwards. Looking at this miraculous plank road, Grom suppressed his excitement. They found it! They really found it! As long as they get the support of the dwarves, their army can defeat the weak humans in the south! They can There is a lot of food to feed his people. If there had been enough food, his mother would not have to leave the camp in winter and freeze to death outside! Some unknown liquid flowed from Grom's eyes. Is this tears? Why is it so bitter? Don’t orcs only bleed but not cry? Grom rubbed his slightly red eyes vigorously.
Although they found the plank road, for an orc with a height of more than two meters, trying to get down was like walking on a tightrope, which was extremely dangerous. However, Grom saw his companions around him looking at him, and he took a deep breath.
He nodded slowly. An orc warrior took off his simple armor, handed the weapon in his hand to Grom, and said: "If I die, please give this weapon to my son and let him take my place."
Become a warrior!”
"I will! I will tell him that his father is a great warrior of the orc clan!" Grom said firmly! The warrior nodded after hearing this, turned around and stepped onto the narrow plank road.
Taking one step, two steps, and three steps, he slowly clung to the cliff. When the warrior descended about ten meters, suddenly, the wooden board under his feet broke. Before he could even let out a cry, the warrior fell into the dark abyss.
The first warrior failed, but he could not stop the remaining warriors! One by one, they handed their weapons to Grom, said the same words, and set foot on the plank road that had a narrow escape from death.
one!
two!
Three!
One after another, warriors used their lives to blaze a path that could lead the orc tribe to a better life!
Grom clenched his hands, stared angrily at the plank road that was explored with the lives of warriors, and roared silently! He also wanted to follow these warriors and fight for the bright future of the orcs with his own life, but
He can't, he has to shoulder a more important task. The dwarves below are not so friendly. The betrayal of the orc trolls hundreds of years ago cost the dwarves a painful price. In order to resolve this grudge, Grom did not hesitate to
It must be accomplished even at the expense of one's own life!
When Grom set foot on the bottom of the canyon, only five of the fifty warriors who came with him were left. Forty-five warriors died on this plank road! They exchanged their lives for
The hope of a bright future for the orcs. Grom bowed deeply to the plank road and said: "You are all warriors, real warriors! The tribe will not forget you!"
Putting away his heavy heart, Grom continued to walk forward.
"Stop! Who are you!" A loud voice came from the darkness.
The five Groms stood still, looking at the shadows walking out of the darkness. A group of dwarves less than one meter tall surrounded the orcs with weapons. These dwarves had dark skin and unusually developed muscles. Their thick arms held various weapons, with large
Hammers, two-handed axes, and sharp short spears.
"We are an orc tribe in the far north. We are here to look for the missing dwarves. I am the leader of the search team, Grom Yuhou." Grom signaled the warriors around him not to act rashly, and said to a dwarf who looked like the leader.
"Hmph! Despicable orcs, rude beasts! We dwarves and the traitors have no common language! You have discovered our stronghold, and only by killing you can we ensure that it is not exposed!" the dwarf said bitterly.
"What I bring is the sincere request of the orcs. We also paid a huge price for what happened back then. Now our common enemy is the human beings who occupy the fertile plains. I beg you to give the orcs a chance to re-establish an alliance and regain what belongs to us."
A wonderful life!" Grom said calmly.
"Hmph! I won't believe what the traitors say! It's you traitors who have caused us to live in darkness underground for hundreds of years!" the dwarf said angrily.
"If blood can buy sincerity, then let me express the sincerity of the orcs with blood!" The orc warrior beside Grom roared loudly, then he clenched the ax in his hand and smashed his head hard.
"Poof!" Blood was thrown into the sky with the sound! Grom lowered his head and clenched his fists hard.
The dwarves around were all stunned. They did not expect the orcs to do such a thing.
"If that's not enough, then let my blood regain the trust of the two tribes!" After another orc finished speaking, he slowly picked up the iron sword in his hand and slashed it across his neck.
"Poof!" The same blood, so brightly red. With determination, another warrior used his own blood to wash away the mistakes of his ancestors!
The dwarves were completely shocked. The two men who fell to the ground in front of them did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to show the sincerity of the orcs. For such warriors, the dwarves who had always admired the brave were shaken. When the third orc warrior was also ready to use his own
When he exchanged his blood for the trust of the dwarves, the leading dwarf said: "That's enough! You are all warriors, come with me to see the great elder!"
Grom slowly raised his head and followed the dwarf calmly, while other dwarves slowly lifted the corpses of the warriors on the ground and brought them back to the clan. Warriors should be respected and buried well!
Grom finally met the leader of the dwarves, an old dwarf.
Moraine Hammer, an old dwarf who has experienced hundreds of clan wars.
He slowly walked into the hall, staring at the tall orcs in front of him, as if he had seen the chaotic era hundreds of years ago. The betrayal of the trolls, the brutal suppression of the orcs, the counterattack of the elves, and the rise of mankind. It was all like a movie.
It quickly flashed through the old dwarf's mind.
"I am Grom Yuhou, from the orc tribe in the far north. I came here with the orcs' confession and request." Grom said calmly.
"Why do you think that we dwarves will put aside their hatred and renew the alliance? Why do you guarantee that the betrayal in the past will not happen again?" the old dwarf said slowly.
"I can't give you a guarantee, but the great orc warriors will wash away the sins of their ancestors with their blood! If you need it, I can give it to you now!" Grom stopped his waist and said firmly.
The old dwarf looked at Grom steadily.
"I understand, you can go out first." The old dwarf waved to take them out, and then he sat on a chair alone and thought.
"Grandpa, are you really ready to decide to form an alliance with those traitors? Aren't you afraid that they will betray us like before?" The previous dwarf was the great elder's grandson, Magni Hammer.
"Child, if the dwarves want to survive, they must get out of this deep mountain canyon, otherwise the goblin clan that disappeared a hundred years ago will be our precedent! Even without the arrival of the orcs this time, we must find our own place to survive again!"
The great elder said helplessly.
Three hundred years ago, the goblins and dwarves retreated to the Hengduan Mountains together, but the harsh living environment made it increasingly difficult for the two races to survive. Until a hundred years ago, when the last goblin died, the goblin clan disappeared from the history of the Ross continent.
Over the years, the dwarves have also lived a very difficult life. In order to survive, they had to make a choice again. The orc envoys appeared at this time, making the dwarves reluctantly compromise. Compared with the important matter of the survival of the race, the betrayal
The hatred has become much smaller. Moreover, the fault back then was mainly due to the trolls, and the troll clan has disappeared from the mainland, so the hatred has naturally faded away.
When Grom got the affirmative answer, he didn't show any excitement.
At this time, his life is no longer his own, but represents the forty-seven warriors who came together and sacrificed their lives for the entire tribe!
"For the tribe! Lok-tarogar!" With a sense of solemnity and solemnity, the remaining three people slowly walked out of the stretching Hengduan Mountain with the dwarf covenant.